NAUTICAL  COMIC  OPERA 

IN  TWO  ACTS. 

BILLEE  TAYLOR; 


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BY 


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NAUTICAL  COMIC  OPERA 

IN  TWO  ACTS. 

BILLEE  TAYLOR; 


OR, 

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BY 


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AND 


BOSTON: 
OLIVER   DITSON  &  CO. 

C  11   DITSON  &  CO.,  LYON  &  HEALY,  J.  E.  DITSON  A  CO., 

NEW  YORK.  CHICAGO. 


DRAMATIS  PERSONS. 


CAPTAIN  THE  Hox.  FELIX  FLAPPER,  R.  N., 

of  H.M.S.  "  Thundorboinb '* 2d  Tenor 

SIR  MINCING  LANE,  Knight 2d  Tenor. 

BILLEE  TAYLOR Tenor. 


BEN  BARNACLE Baritone. 

CHRISTOPHER  CRAB  ..Baritone. 
PHOEBE  FAIRLEIGH. . . . Soprano. 
ARABELLA  LANE Contralto. 


ELIS A  D ABSEY , . 

StTSAN 

JANE  SCRAGGS. 
CHARITY  GIRLS... 


ARGUMENT. 

THE  story  of  this  opera  is  founded  on  the  old  song  oi 
"  Billy  Taylor,"  a  well-known  English  nautical  ditty.  The  time 
of  the  action  in  1805,  when  the  press-gang  was  in  full  sway. 

The  First  Act  opens  with  a  view  of  Southampton  harbor 
at  the  old  inn  of  the  Royal  George,  when  the  villagers  meet 
to  rejoice  over  the  approaching  wedding  of  Billee  Taylor  and 
Phoebe,  a  charity  girl.  There  is,  also,  an  heiress,  Arabella 
Lane,  who  is  in  love  with  Billee.  She  offers  him  her  hand  and 
fortunes,  which  he  refuses.  Her  father,  Sir  Mincing  Lane,  a 
kiudhearted  old  gentleman  is  going  to  give  the  villagers  a  feast 
at  Billee's  wedding.  He  invites  his  friend.  Captain  Flapper, 
to  join  in  the  festivities.  The  Captain  falls  in  love  with  Phoebe 
at  first  sight,  and  vows  that  she  shall  not  marry  Billee.  A 
tutor,  Crab,  is  also  in  love  with  Phoebe.  Among  Captain  Flap- 
per's crew  is  Ben  Barnacle,  who  has  gone  to  sea  on  account  of 
his. love  for  Eliza,  who  has  forsaken  him  for  another  lover. 
He  is  ordered  by  the  press-gang  to  go  and  carry  off  Billee  Tat/- 
lor. During  the  festivities  preceding  the  wedding,  this  plan  is 
executed,  and  Billee  is  taken  away,  which  brings  the  first  act 
to  a  close. 

The  Second  Act  (two  years  having  elapsed),  opens  with  its 
acene  laid  in  Portsmouth  harbor.  Ships  are  coming  and 
going,  while  the  sailors  and  their  sweethearts,  sit  around  the 
docks,  watching  some  sailors  dancing  a  hornpipe.  All  of  the 
charity  girls,  among  whom  is  Phoebe,  have  followed  Billee  to 
sea,  disguised  as  sailor  boys.  Billee,  in  the  meantime,  has 
risen'  to  be  a  lieutenant.  Sir  Mincing  Lane,  who  has  become 
a  commander  in  the  volunteers,  appears,  and  endeavors  to  in- 
duce some  of  the  volunteers  to  join  his  company.  Phoebe  is 
about  to  enlist,  when  Barnacle  interferes,  and  there  is  a  quar- 
rel between  the  soldiers  and  the  sailors.  Captain  Flapper 
stops  the  fight.  Some  one  tells  Phoebe  that  Billee  has  lost  his 
love  for  her,  and  loves  Arabella.  She  fires  a  pistol  at  BIllcc 
and  Arabella,  whom  she  sees  in  company,  and  is  ordered  to  be 
shot.  She  then  makes  herself  known.  Matters  are  finally 
explained  and  set  right,  and  all  ends  happily. 

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THE    REWARD    OF  VIRTUE. 


ACT  I. 

SCENE  — The  Village  Green  of  a  Village  on  Southampton 
Water. 

Peasants  Discovered. 

No.  1.— CHORUS    OF    PEASANTS. 

TO-DAY,  to-day  is  holiday, 
We'll  keep  it  in  the  usual  way, 

While  wedding-bells  are  ringing; 
We'll  drink  the  health  with  three  times  thre« 
Of  Phoebe  fair,  and  bold  Billee, 

To  each  good  wishes  bringing. 
Ha!  ha!  ha! 

Here's  to  man  and  wife, 

When  the  marriage-knot  is  tied ; 

Here's  happiness,  good  luck,  long  life, 
To  the  bridegroom  and  the  bride. 

Enter  CRAB. 

CRAB.         What  means  this  revelry,  I  pray  ? 
THORUS     To-day,  to-day  is  holiday, 

We'll  keep  it  in  the  usual  way. 
CR  IB.        Yes,  as  you  say,  in  the  usual  way. 


OF  CALIF.  LIBRARY.  LOS  ANGELE.* 


When  a  vilhiger  has  a  holiday, 
He  keeps  it  in  the  usual  way, 
And  joyously  carouses. 
CHORUS.    Carouses!  carouses! 


CRAB. 


From  morning  until  night, 

To  drink  is  his  delight. 
He's  the  pride  of  the  public-houses. 

When  fill'd  with  ale  and  beer, 

Then  he  knows  no  fear, 
And  the  law  of  his  country  scorning, 

By  the  constable  he's  caught, 

And  to  the  lock-up  brought, 
To  reflftct  upon  his  sentence  in  the  morni  ig. 
Ha !  ha !  ha ! 


[Exeunt  Villagers. 


CRAB,  the  desponding  villain  —  How  to  prevent  the  marriage  —  ELIZA 
DALMUV  —  Why  she  is  still  a  widow  —  CRAB'S  declaration  of  love  for 
PHCEBE  frightens  ELIZA. 

First  appearance  of  the  virtuous  gardener,  WILLIAM  TAYLOR  —  His 
self-depreciation  —  His  merits  recognized  by  his  old  schoolmaster,  Spare 
the  rod  and  spoil  the  child  —  CRAB  is  off  to  his  duty. 

The  value  of  friendship --The  pleasures  of  moral  gardening  described 
in  the  song. 

No.  2.  —  BALLAD. 
BILLEE  TAYLOE. 

THE   VIRTUOUS  GARDENER. 


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I  work  for  eighteen-pence  a  day, 

Since  virtue  is  its  own  reward. 

With  my  roses  and  my  lilies,  <fcc. 


The  fatal  passion  of  Miss  ARABFLLA  LANE  for  her  father's  retainer  — 
t/rged  by  the  nearness  of  the  hour  when  he  will  be  wedded  to  another 
•he  endeavors  to  awaken  a  spark  of  interest  for  herself  in  WILLIAM'S 
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No.  3.  —  DUET  —  "Irs  ANI> 

ARABELLA  and  BILLBB 

ABA.  If  you  were  a  maiden, 

And  I  was  a  youth, 
My  voice  with  love  laden 
Should  whisper  all  the  truth 

How  I  lov'd  you  with  passion 
How  you  were  my  joy, 

If  you  were  a  maiden, 
And  I  was  a  boy. 

ABA.        Would  you  say,  No,  no,  no  ? 
BILL.  No,  no,  no ! 

ARA.        Ah !  my  poor  heart  beats  so ! 
BILL.  No,  no,  no ! 

ABA.        Would  you  say,  Yes,  yes,  yes  ? 
ARA.  &  }  Ah,  confess !  ah,  confess ! 

BILL,  j  Ah,  yes ;  I'll  confess ! 
ARA.         Oh,  tell,  I  pray,  I  pray ! 
BILL.       Oh,  don't  pray ! 
ARA.  &  )  Tell  me  what  would  you  say  ? 

BILL.  )  This  is  what  I  would  say : 
ABA.        No,  no,  no,  or  Yes,  yes,  yes. 
BILL.  Not  Yes,  yes,  yes  1 

BILL.        If  you  were  my  lover, 
And  I  a  damsel  fair, 
Quickly  you'd  discover 
That  I'd  no  love  to  spare. 

If  my  troth  were  plighted, 
Prayers  you'd  vain  employ ; 

If  I  were  a  maiden, 
And  you  were  a  boy : 

BILL.  It  would  be  No,  no,  no ! 

ARA.  No,  no,  no  1 

BILL.  Though  it  might  grieve  you  wv 

ABA.  Woe,  woe,  woe  ! 

BILL.  It  couldn't  be  Yes,  yes,  yes  I 

BILL.  >  I  confess,  I  confess, 

&  ABA.  ]  Say  Yes,  say  yea. 


BILL.        Though  you  might  pray, 
ABA.         What  would  ycu  say? 
BILL.     \  I  still  should  say,  should  say, 
&  ABA.  )  Tell  me,  what  would  you  say  ? 
BILL.        No,  no,  no !  not  Yes,  yes,  yes  I 
ABA.  Not  Yes,  yes,  yes ! 

TTzLHAM  is  proof  against  temptation  —  ARABELLA'S  despair. 
Enter  PHOZBE'S  Schoolfellows,  the  Ciarity  girls. 

No.  4.— CHORUS  OF  CHARITY  GIRLS. 

CHOBUS.         Though  we're  bred  upon  charity 

We  have  plenty  hilarity, 
We  none  of  us  whimper,  or  murmur,  or  sob. 
We  stick  to  our  letters, 
Are  polite  to  our  betters, 
And  our  manners  we  show  by  our  charity  bob. 

[All  courtesy. 

SUSAN.  Of  all  of  us  the  choicest  sample 

Assuredly  is  Phoabe, 
To  each  girl  she's  a  bright  example, 

Who  and  whatever  she  be. 
At  rule  of  three  she  is  the  best, 

With  her  dates  are  a  pleasure; 
At  history  she's  cleverest, 

In  fact,  she  is  a  treasure. 

CHOBUS.  To  a  duke  or  a  marquis  she  ought  to  be  wed, 

Or  a  squire  of  highest  degree  ; 
But  she  p'refers  William  Taylor  instead  — 
A  simple  young  gardener  he. 

SUSAN.     Here  she  comes,  let's  run  to  meet  her. 
AH  Here  she  comes,  let's  warmly  greet  her. 

Enter  PUCEBE. 

PHCEBE.          Yes,  schoolfellows,  Fm  here ; 

Thanks  for  your  welcome  dear. 
Att.  It  is  your  wedding-day, 

So  all  of  us  are  gay  — 
PIKBBE.          Ah!  yes,  it  is  my  wedding-day  I 


No.  5.  —  SONG.  —  PHOEBE  and  SUSAN. 
I. 

THE  TWO  RIVERS. 
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Upon  the  morrow's  tide  they  float, 
To  cleave  for  aye  their  unknown  way; 

And  is  this  bark  a  safer  boat 

Than  that  which  bore  her  yesterday? 

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There  may  be  joy  for  fulfilled  dreams; 

But  never  can  the  wife  forget 

The  day  on  which  she  changed  the  streams. 

Yeo !  yeo !  together  they  go,  &c. 
CHORUS.  To  a  duke  or  a  marquis  she  ought  to  be  wed, 

Or  a  squire  of  highest  degree ; 
But  she  prefers  William  Taylor  instead, 

A  simple  young  gardener  he. 

Who  will  keep  the  girls  in  order  now  ?    No  one.     Who  will  set  a  good 
example?    No  one.     Who  will  win  the  prizes ?    No  one. 
PHCKBE'S  precepts  — 

*•  Always  ?eem  to  be  modest  and  bashful,  yet  wise, 
Remember  tne  value  of  using  your  eyes ; 
Recollect,  too,  that  money's  not  easily  met, 
And  always  accept  every  offer  you  get. 
Be  polite  to  all  —  grandmammas,  sisters,  and  mothers, 
For  they've  all  of  them  grandsons,  or  own  sons,  or  brotl€M. 
And  never  forget,  the  chief  object  in  life 
Is  to  quickly  be  settled  —  a  well-to-do  wife." 

The  wedding  gifts  of  the  simple  village  maiden  —  The  approach  of  Sim 
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receptioE  —  CAPTAIN  FLAPPEK  likes  the  parish  and  parishioners  —  He 
admires  the  bride  —  A  contented  and  grateful  peasantry  —  The  simple 
manners  of  the  country  —  What  FH<EBE  FAIBLEIGH  mny  become  if  Wile 
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SIR  M.     My  master  died,  and  his  widow  forlorn 

I  survey'd  with  a  kindly  eye; 
She  was  not  what  is  call'd  a  beauty  born, 

Nor  an  angel  from  the  sky. 
When  I  tokf  my  love,  she  bestowed  her  hand, 

And  her  fortune  my  bride  to  be ; 
She  was  meant,  alas!  for  a  better  land, 

And  didn't  live  long  with  me. 

For  a  self-made  knight,  &c. 
CHORUS.  For  a  self-made  knight,  &<x 

III. 

Of  the  City  of  London  Sheriff  I  was, 

When  we  feasted  the  King  and  Court, 
And  his  Majesty  made  me  a  knight,  because 

He  esteemed  our  turtle  and  port. 
I  obtained  a  coat  of  arms  of  gorgeous  air, 

And  a  first-rate  pedigree, 
Which  proves  my  ancestors  princes  were, 

But  they  hadn't  got  L.  S.  D. 

For  a  self-made  knight,  &c. 
CHORDS.  For  a  self-made  knight,  <fec. 


The  Villagers  are  to  eat,  drink,  and  be  merry,  at  SIR  MINCUTO'S  e» 
p*n<?e.  He  cannot  fail  to  be  popular. 

PHOEBE'S  soliloquy.  —  Her  determination  and  strong  will  expressed  !n 
the  song. 

No.  7.  —  SONG.  —  PHCEBB. 


I. 

THE  GUILELESS  UKPHAN. 


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An     or-phaniu  •  no-cent    of  guile,    1     am      a    basfc-ful 


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crea    -  ture,    Since    mo    -   des    -    ty        the    neighbours  style    My 
>        (curtseys.) 


0 — >-0 — j y- —    p. — - 

most     con  -   spic  -  uous  fea    -    ture,    "Oh!  thank    you  ma'ain,"or 


"thank  you,   sir,"     I     re-ply      to     each     in  the  hum-blest    toiie,  What 

ritard. 


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o-thers    like  I'm  sure  to  prefer,With  a'please'tohiia  and  »  :plea»c  to  her. 
Tempo  di  Valse. 


-d         v 


tho' 


-    swer        BO,      Yet      they 


do  not  know,  That     I've    got      a    strong  will        of       my 

>  «/ 


Tho'        I          an     •    swer       so,        Yet     ihey 


do         not  know,  That  I've  got       a  strong  will  of   my       own  1 

II. 

When  WilHunj  first  his  love  disclosed, 

My  hand  in  his  hand  clasping; 
To  fly  I  felt  the  most  disposed, 

And  scarce  could  speak  for  gasping. 
"I  am  not  sure  —  what  can  I  say?" 

I  murmur'd  low  in  a  falt'ring  tone,  4 
"Oh!  you  must  not  —  please  go  away"  — 
tt  Well,  if  you  must,  perhaps  I  may." 

Though  I  answer  so,  &c. 


13 

CAPTAFN  FLAPPER  on  the  prowl  —  The  abrupt  love-making  of  the  Sea- 
rover —  PIICEHE  is  flattered  by  the  CAPTAIN'S  condescension — FLAPPEJ* 
offers  to  meet  the  bridegroom  in  single  combat  —  He  salutes  the  bride, 
who  rt-turns  the  salute  —  The  mutiny  must  be  suppressed  —  A  respect- 
ful scream  —  Some  one  comes  —  Discretion  the  better  part  of  valor  — 
CUAB  to  the  rescue  —  His  pleadings  useless  —  A  blow !  —  Revenge  upon 
WILLIAM  TAYLOR  is  the  idea  uf  CRAB,  ARABELLA,  and  FLAPPER. 


No.  8.  — TRIO. 

ARABELLA,  CAPTAIN  FLAPPER,  and  CRAB. 
(  Together  in  mock-traffic  style.) 

Revenge,  revenge,  and  retribution 
Upon  young  William's  head  shall  fall, 

From  us  he'll  get  no  absolution 
Until  he  dearly  pays  for  all. 

1*  *  AP.  You  will  pardon,  I  am  very  sure,  the  question, 

But  what  is  it  that  you  intend  to  do? 

AKAB.  Can  no  one  give  us  now  a  bright  suggestion  ? 

CUAB.  A  plan,  I  think,  that  I  have  got  will  do. 

ARAB.  What  is  it?     Speak,  I  pray! 

FLAP.  What  is  it?     Prithee  say! 

CRAB.  That  is  it.  [whispers  io  FIAP.  —  Music. 

FLAP.  Oh!  delightful! 

CRAB.  This  is  it.  [whispers  to  ARAB.  —  same  business, 

ARAB.  Oh !  how  frightful  1 

ARAB.  >    No  surer  plan  could  e'er  be  earned, 
FLAP.  )    If  not,  remember,  he'll  be  married. 
ARAB.      'Tis  true,  so  rny  consent  I  give, 

For  wero  he  wed  I  could  not  live, 

I  could  not  live. 

Together.  Fjsh  !  hush!  eilence!  not  a  word! 

Hush !  hush  !  let  no  one  know  the  plot. 
Hush!  hush!  we  may  be  overheard, 
Hush!  hush!  till  our  revenge  we've  got, 
Hush  !  hush !  hush  1  hush  1 

[Exeunt  ail  to  Chonu. 


14 

They  go  stealthily  to  work  —  Hush !  Hush !  hush ! 

The  happiness  of  the  Bride  and  Bridegrocm  —  Their  mutual  confes* 
•ions  —  They  retire  to  prepare  for  the  nuptial  ceremony. 

SUSAN  announces  real  man-of-war's  men  —  Tl  e  crew  of  His  Majesty's 
ship,  Thunderbomb,  led  by  the  bold  bo'sun,  BEN  BARNACLE  —  They  sing 
the  praises  of  their  vessel. 

No.  9.— SAILORS'  CHORUS. 

She  can  swim  like  a  duck, 

And  her  flag's  never  struck, 
But  has  captured  full  many  a  prize,  boys ! 

Not  a  ship  in  the  fleet 

With  her  can  compete, 
She  can  whip  any  foe  twice  her  size,  boys ! 

Heave,  ho !     Heave,  ho ! 

When  the  big  guns  blow, 
When  the  skulkers  with  affright  are  dumb,  boys  I 

Why,  she'll  weather  any  sea 

If  you'll  only  let  her  be, 
There's  no  craft  like  the  Thunderbomb,  boys! 


BARNACLE'S  inquiries— SUSAN'S  question,  "What  brought  you  her*, 
Eliza?" 

No.  10.  — SONG. 

ALL  ON  ACCOUNT  OF  ELIZA. 


H^/»**/  2        _ 

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V>M'  f 

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P  —  '  —  F- 

L/...L/  ..!.,. 

all     on  account     of  E  -   Ji       -    za.     I'll  tell  you  how      I      wa» 


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ta  -  ken     in,....       All     on     acconnt     of      E-li     -     za.     She 


said     that  she'd      e  -  ver     be          true       to        one,     But     she 
rit.  a  tempo. 


»— ' V—  V-  .      . 

bolt  -  cd    a-way  with  a    son    of    a  gun !  So    I     cut    my  stick  and  to 


1-        — 

:  —  :  —  i  :  

T-  •  — 

,  ^  — 

sea       I       run,....    All     on    ac-count     of    E  -    11       -    za. 
Chorus. 


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> 


m 


iea     he       run,     All     on  account    of  E  -  li     -    za. 


I've  nearly  been  blown  away  in  a  gale, 

All  on  account  of  Eliza ; 
And  I've  almost  been  eaten  up  by  a  whale, 

All  on  account  of  Eliza. 

I've  had  sword  cuts  by  dozens,  and  I've  been  shot  through, 
I've  had  yellow  fever,  and  also  the  blue, 
Fve  been  bitten  by  sharks,  and  by  crocodiles,  too, 
And  all  on  account  of  Eliza. 


16 

My  duty  is  now  smart  lads  to  press, 

All  on  account  of  Eliza ; 
If  they  say  No,  why  -I  say  Yes, 

All  on  account  of  Eliza. 

So  look  up,  my  messmates,  some  boys  for  the  sea, 
And  if  to  your  summons  they  do  not  agree, 
Why,  shiver  my  timbers,  just  tell  them  from  me  — 
It's  all  on  account  of  Eliza. 


A  quarter-of-an-hour's  sight-seeing  granted  to  the  Pressgang  —  BAR- 
NACLE and  the  Skipper  —  What  BENJAMIN  has  to  do  against  his  con- 
science for  the  "  Lothariosest "  Captain  afloat  —  Conscience  is  flung  to 
winds  —  CRAB  and  FLAPPER  are  brother  conspirators.  —  The  thought  is 
unpleasant  —  The  Captain  thinks  the  Schoolmaster  would  do  better 
abroad  —  BARNACLE  prepares  to  drown  his  better  feelings  in  a  glass  — 
The  landlady  of  the  "Royal  George"  —  It  is,  it  is,  his  own  Eliza!  — 
The  result  of  being  spliced  to  the  boundless  ocean  —  The  Wedding-bells 
begin,  and  there  is  heard  the 


No.  11.— WEDDING  CHORUS. 

Hark !  the  merry  marriage  bells  ! 
(JSells.)       Ding-u-ding-<long!  ding-a-ding-dong! 

Joy  and  hope  their  music  tells, 
(Bells.)       Ding-a-ding-dong!  ding-a-ding-dong! 

When  the  parson's  task  is  done, 

When  the  plighted  pair  are  one, 

O'er  the  mead  and  through  the  glon 

Will  resound  the  clerk's  Amen, 
The  clerk's  Amen, 

Ding-a-ding-dong !  the  clerk's  Amen !     [JExeunt. 


17 


The  arrest  of  WILLIAM  TAYLOR  !  —  BARNACLE  *s  sympathetic,  but  urn- 
jrielding  to  all  entreaties  —  CRAB,  the  man  of  peace,  is  also  bound  for  • 
man-of-war. 


No.  12.  — FINALE. 


WIL. 
BEN. 


WIL. 


"Pis  hard  by  fate  thus  to  be  parted, 

Cheer  up,  messmate  !  don't  be  down-hearted, 

For  I,  like  you,  leave  love  and  beauty 

Aboard  our  craft  to  do  my  duty, 

(to  men.)     Fall  in!  close  up!  we  must  away! 

PH(EBE.   Stay  for  one  moment,  prithee,  stay 
O,  William,  when  you're  on  the  sea, 
You'll  think,  my  love,  sometimes  of  me; 
O  promise  me,  O  say  you  will, 
My  love,  my  own,  my  darling  Bill. 
Yes,  to  you  I'll  be  ever  true, 
My  constant  thought  shall  be  of  you; 
And  though  for  years  I  mayn't  be  seen, 
You'll  keep,  I  know,  my  memory  green. 

PIIOXBE.   I  will.     However  far  your  range, 

My  love  for  you  shall  never  change. 
Should  I  come  back  without  ever  a  leg, 

Still  I'll  be  true  to  you; 
Should  I  stump  about  on  a  wooden  peg, 
Still  I'll  be  true  to  you. 
Should  I  be  bereft  of  the  sight  of  my  eyes, 
Should  I  come  back  to  you  with  a  parcel  of  lies, 
Should  cuts  on  my  arms  have  reduced  their  size  — 
Still  I'll  be  true  to  you. 

All.  (affected.)     Still  she'll  be  true  to  you. 

Enter  SIR  MINCING  and  ARABELLA. 

SIB  M.     Come,  what's  all  this? 
BEN.  My  warrant  see! 

ABAB.      O  father,  save  him, 
CBAB.  And  save  me! 

SIB  M.  (examining  paper.}      Your  authority,  sir,  I  cannot 
refute, 

And  His  Majesty's  right  I  shall  not  dispute. 
ELIZA  (to  BEN.)   Whic.h  your  conduct,  Ben,  is  that  of  a  brute. 
ARAB,  (aside.)     Oh,  what  have  I  done?    My  sorrow's  acute ! 
BKN.        Shoulder  up !  fall  in  !  my  hearties  all, 

We  must  back  to  the  sea  at  duty's  call. 


WIL. 

PHCEBE. 

WIL. 

PHCEBE. 

WIL. 


PHOIBE. 


18 

Chorus.  Now  brave  boys,  off,  for  th  K  long  boat  w-iits, 

And  we  must  cruise  upon  the  brine,  oh  ! 
But  we'll  soon  be  back  on  a  homeward  t^ok, 
With  our  pockets  full  of  rhino. 

With  a  fav'rir/g  gale  we  shall  set  sail, 

When  the  canvas  taut  will  swell,  oh ; 
So  here's  a  parting  glass,  and  a  kiss  for  e^  •  ty  lass, 

And  to  every  one  a  long  farewell,  oh ! 
Women.  Farewell! 
Marines.  Away ! 

Sailors.  Hooray!  Hooraj 


TABLEAU. 
END  OF  ACT  X. 


ACT   II. 


SCENB  —  At  Portsmouth  —  The  Harbor  in  the  distance. 


No.  1. -CHORUS   OF   SAILORS   AND    WOMEN. 

BACK  again  !    Back  again ! 

Tho'  so  far  they  roam, 
Sailors  will  be  rovers  still, 

Welcome,  welcome  home. 
Back  again !     Back  again  ! 

After  victoree, 
Vanquishers  of  France  and  Spain, 

Rulers  of  the  sea. 


The  Terpsichorean  revels  natural  to  the  British  tar. 
CBAB,  the  Mariner  —  his  profession  changed  but  his  character   the 
lame  —  No  villany  to  do. 

No.  2.  — SONG.— CBAB. 

I. 

THE  POOR  WICKED  MAN. 
Allegro  moderate. 


fa2     v. 

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Fm     a     vil  -  lain    of    the  deep  •  eat    dye,         Or 


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er      I  should  like     to     be, 


to    matter  tho'  how  hard  I 


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I      ne  -  ver   get    an     op  -  por  -  tu  -   ni  -  tee.        So    my 


life  resem-bles  taste-less  salt, 


Or    gin  -  gerbread  that  has     no 


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CHOBCS. 


21 


II. 

When  a  pedagogae  I'd  often  wish 

To  give  prizes  to  the  worst  at  school, 
The  good  boys  I  would  long  to  swish, 

But  I  could  not  carry  out  the  rule. 
To  scuttle  ships  Fd  like  to  try, 

A  traitor's  game  I'm  sure  is  nice, 
Such  thoughts  are  all,  alas!  "  ray  eye," 

I  cannot  steep  myself  in  vice. 

I'm  such  an  unfortunate  vil'ain,  «fcc. 


Meditating  on  Crime  —  ELIZA  DABSET  on  the  look  out  for  HEN  BIN- 
NACLE —  The  recognition  — The  news  of  PHCEBE'S  flight  —  Who  was  the 
44  he  ?  "  —  The  danger  of  life  on  a  cutter  —  The  Parthian  warfarer. 

WILLIAM  and  ARABELLA  —  Familiarity  does  not  always  breed  con- 
tempt. 

The  emotion  caused  by  a  sail  on  the  ocean  expressed  in  — 


No.  3.  —  ANGELINA, 

I. 

THE  BALLAD  OF  THE  BILLOW. 

Andante  con  espressione. 


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tho't     of  the   o  -  ceanof    life;....     How  if  then 
rit. 

I    were  ill,    You'd 

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be  with  me  still,  To  pro-tect  and  to  succor  your  \v 
Majore.     Tempo  di  Valse, 

ARABELLA. 
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cap  -  tain       and     crew       of        our 


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II. 

When  the  wind  fierce  blew 

I  crept  near  to  you 
As  we  sped  o'er  the  angry  sea; 

When  the  gale  grew  worse 

You  were  still  my  nurse, 
And  you  tended  me  carefully. 

Yes,  I  must  confess 

That  no  stewardess 
Could  have  been  more  humane  than  p 

So  in  life's  fiercest  gale, 

In  rain,  snow,  or  hail, 
You  shall  soothe  my  misgivings  anew. 

O,  my  darling,  <fce. 


ARABELLA  promises  that  SIR  MINCING  LANE  will  "  come  down"  hand 
•omely  —  How  BILLEE  obtained  his  promotion  —  The  advantage  of  a  run- 
away horse  —  Veni,  vidi,  vici  !  —  The  man  sacrificed  to  the  weak  mortal 
—  The  loss  of  fourpence,  or  rather  of  a  damning  piece  of  evidence  — 
PIKEBE  and  the  Runaways. 

No.  4.  — THE  FAITHFUL  CREW. 
PHCEBE  AND  CHORUS. 

PIICEBE.  (off)  Hi!  hallo! 

CHORUS,  (of)  Hi!  hallo! 

PHOCBE.  (o/)  Hi!  hallo t 

Enter  PHCEBE  and  CHORUS. 

PHOEBE.     I  followed  my  darling  Bill  to  sea. 

CHORUS.  We  all  of  us  followed  you. 

PHCEBE.     I  followed  him  to  a  far  countree. 

CHORUS.  We  all  of  us  followed  too. 

B  it  though  dangers  we've  seen, 
And  though  shipwrecked  we've  been, 
We  have  never  yet  found  Billee ; 


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He's  been  fighting  the  foe, 
But  we  all  of  us  know 
He  has  come  back  again  from  sea. 
CHORUS.     He  has  come  back  again  from  sea 

To  you. 

PHOEBE.     And  his  heart,  well  I  know,  is  ever  true. 
CHORUS.  To  you  — 

Yes,  his  heart  will  be  ever  true. 
PHOZBE.     He'll  kiss  me  a  thousand  times,  youT.  8*e. 
CHORUS.  And  so  he  may  kiss  us  too. 

PHOEBE.     But  you  shall  have  sweethearts,  just  like  me. 
CHORUS.  We  like  to  be  just  like  yo" 

PHCEBE.       He'll  forgive  me  my  dress 
When  I  frankly  confess 
Why  it  was  that  I  went  to  sea  — 
That  each  Jack  is  a  Jill, 
Who  of  her  free  will 
Went  afloat  to  find  my  Billee. 
CHORUS.     Went  afloat  to  find  your  Billee 

For  you. 

PHOSBE.     While  his  heart,  well  I  know's  ever  true — 
CHORUS.  To  you  — 

Yes,  his  heart  will  be  ever  true ! 


The  letter  not  found  —  PHCEBE  is  unrecognized —  Want  of  politeuew 
•  A  lesson  in  manners. 


No.  4a.  — DUET  — «!N  DATS  GONB  BY." 
WILLIAM  and  PHCEBE. 


I. 


WIL. 


In  days  gone  by  our  sires  would  try 

To  be  to  all  polite, 
To  friend  or  foe  they'd  always  show 

Such  manners  exquisite. 
PHCEBE.  No  sign  could  tell  folks  half  so  well 

The  true  Aristocrat, 
As  smiling  face  and  courtly  grace 

Of  him,  who  lifted  hat. 


Just  like  that,  just  like  that, 
Nothing  but  a  movement  with  a  hat. 
You  do  the  thing  politely, 
You  smile  or  simper  brightly, 
All  that  gallants  had  to  do  was — just  like  that. 

II. 

PIICEBK.  In  modern  days  our  modern  ways 
Have  lost  the  grand  old  style, 
For  in  the  street  the  friends  who  meet. 

Give  nod,  or  wink,  or  t-mile. 
WIL.        But  still  you  see  there  rules  must  be 
For  those  who'd  shirk  the  cat : 
With  heels  well  closed,  nnd  figure  posed, 
You  deftly  touch  your  hat. 

CHORUS.  Just  like  that — just  like  that, 

Fingers  brought  up  smartly  to  the  hat.     * 
To  make  the  movement  sightly, 
You  touch  the  brim  quite  lightly, 
All  that  sailors  have  to  do  is  —  iust  like  that. 


A  cold  welcome  —  How  to  act. 

FLAPPER,  the  Lovelace,  follows  SUSAX  —  The  voice  of  Conscience  • 
"  RICIIAKD  CARR"  —  Never  repulsed  —  Yes,  once  by  PHOZBE. 

No.  5.  —  TRIO  —  «  TRIM  LITTLE  PH<EBE." 
FLAP.       A  trim  little  craft  was  Phoebe, 


WasPhcebe, 
Ss  WasPhrcbe. 

FLAP.       A  slim  little  earthly  Hebe, 

Yes,  Hebe, 

Yes,  Hebe. 

She  repelled  me.    'Twas  sad, 
For  her  charms  drove  me  mad, 
And  I  loved  her,  'fore  gad. 

But  you  see  —  she  would  not  hear  me. 


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and      I  Well! 
Sus.      j 
FLAP.  Perhaps  it  was  wrong, 

But  I  loved  her. 
PHCEBE  » 

and      >  How  long  ? 

Sus.      J 

FLAP.       Well  —  as  long — just  as  long  as  she  was  near  me. 
Her  lover  was  Billee  Taylor, 

Was  Taylor, 

Was  Taylor. 
He  left  her  to  be  a  sailor, 

A  sailor, 

A  sailor. 

But  in  the  Navee 
He's  found  there  may  be 
As  good  fish  in  the  sea 

Not  at  all  — 
PHCEBE  \ 
and      }     Well ! 
Sus.      ) 

FLAP.  Not  at  all  dearer, 

Perhaps  it  was  wrong. 
How  long?     For  he  loved  her, 
Well  —  while  he  was, 

While  he  was  near  her. 


FLAPPER  relates  the  love  adventures  of  LIEUTENANT  WILLIAM  TAT- 
LOR —  Never  be  inconstant  —  MRS.  DABSET  —  A  Prize!  a  Sail  I  th« 
Chase ! —  SIR  MINCING  LANE'S  Volunteers !  —  An  Ideal 

Xo.  6.  —  CHORUS.— " WITH  FIFE  AND  DRUM." 

Chorus.       With  fife  and  drum  we  bravely  come 

To  check  the  rash  invader, 
From  England's  shore,  now  as  of  yore, 

We'll  chase  the  new  Armada. 
Our  foeninn  hear,  with  rage  and  fear, 

That  we  in  arms  assemble, 
For  the  loyal  cheers  of  the  Volunteers 
Make  continental  tyrants  tremble. 

[They  form  down  to  footlights..'] 


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Yes  1  all  we  abandon  now  that  duty  callg  as, 
No  sacrifice  we  nwke  in  the  lenst  appals  us, 

So  here  we  are  a  gallant  band 

To  do  or  die  for  old  England.  [bis. 

AIR. 

SIB  M.         See  the  grocer  is  callous  of  his  figs,     [trumpet  call. 

See  the  farmer  makes  light  of  his  plough, 
While  the  barber  unblock'd  leaves  his  wigs, 

[trumpet  call. 
And  the  grazier  abandons  his  cow.  [drums. 

Unbaked  are  the  loaves  of  the  baker,         [trumpet. 

Unengrossed  are  the  deeds  of  the  lawyer, 
And  the  tap  of  the  gay  undertaker  [trumpet. 

Is  hush'd  with  the  saw  of  the  sawyer. 

[trumpet  and  roll  of  drum  to  ohoru*. 

Chorus.      The  regulars  are  all  very  well, 
The  infantry  or  grenadiers, 
But  to  stand  upon  the  strand, 
And  to  guard  their  native  land, 
Who  so  brave  as  the  Volunteers, 
Who  so  brave  as  the  Volvnteers? 


PHOEBE  proposes  enlistment  at  SIB  MINCING'S  expense  —  Agreed  to, 
nem.  con.  — BARNACLE  and  the  crew  of  the  '  Thunderbombs '  object  —  A 
collision  imminent  between  the  sea  and  land  forces. 

No.  7.  — CONCERTED  PIECE. 
BARNACLE,  SIB  MINCING,  PECEBE,  FLAPPER,  AND   CHORDS 

BAR.  Don't  go  for  to  leave  us,  Richard  Carr, 

We  know  what  a  messmate  true  you  are. 
You're  a  lad  who  doesn't  object  to  tar, 
You're  handy  as  most  with  rope  or  spar. 
From  Portsmouth  harbor  to  Antigunr, 
There's  no  better  sailor  than  Richard  Carr! 

BIB  M.         He's  ours !  his  coat  will  soon  be  red, 

On  shore  henceforth  he'll  fight  instead, 
And  from  the  sea  will  sever  — 

CHORUS.  For  ever  I 


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BAB.  Look  he/e,  we  Ain't  a-going  to  lose 

The  smartest  rffon  of  all  our  crews; 
He'll  fight  among  the  old  true  blues, 

Or  never! 

VOLUN.     He's  ours  !     So,  brave  boys,  steady  ! 
SAIL.          Come  on,  come  on,  we're  ready  ! 
Come  on,  come  on  ! 
Enter  FLAPPER. 

FLAP.        Stop,  stop  1  nor  moral  law  despise, 
By  blacking  thus  each  other's  eyes. 
Brave  messmates,  bear  with  him,  for  I 
Can  tell,  I  think,  the  reason  why. 

CHORUS.    Let's  hear,  let's  hear  the  re.ason  why  ! 

SONG.  —  FLAPPER. 

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Do  you  know  why  a  plain  girl  will  think  herself  fair, 

Or  a  clever  man  wisdom  refuse  ? 
Do  you*  know  why  a  dwarf  rises  yards  in  the  air, 

And  a  giant  sinks  into  his  shoes? 

Do  you  know  why  a  brave  man  takes  refuge  in  flight, 
While  a  coward  no  danger  can  move? 

Why  night  becomes  day,  and  day  becomes  night, 
Do  you  know  ?     Well,  I'll  tell  you  —  it's  Love  ! 
Love!  love!  love! 

'.'HORUS.    Then  you're  in  love? 
PIICEBE.  Yes  !  I'm  in  love  ! 

CHOKUS.    In  love? 
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The  power  of  Love  exemplified  —  BARNACLE'S  suggestion  —  The  usual 
thing — ELIZA  again!  FLAPPER  gives  chase,  as  does  BENJAMIN  —  The 
position  of  son-in-law  to  a  rich  knight  not  to  be  despised,  in  WILLIAM'* 
estimation  —  The  gross  familiarity  of  CRAB  receives  an  unpleasant 
check  —  CRAB  cries  for  vengeance. 

BARNACLE  cuts  out  the  CAPTAIN,  and  brings  in  ELIZA  a  prize  —  FLAP- 
PER follows,  with  sword  and  pistol  —  His  own  bo'sun !  not  one  of  Mother 
Carey's  chickens  either — Disgust  of  FLAPPER  —  BARNACLE  takes  pos- 
session of  the  weapons  —  The  lass  that  loves  a  sailor. 

PHCEBE'S  fruitless  search ! 

A  tar  in  tears  —  Mutual  recognition  —  WILLIAM'S  marriage  announced 
-  PHCEBE'S  despair,  rage,  and  resolution !  Revenge ! 

No.  8.  — CONCERTED  PIECE. 
Enter  BARNACLE  and  SAILORS. 

PHCEBE.     See  here,  my  lads,  what  would  you  do, 
If  you  should  find  your  love  untrue, 
And  courting  with  another? 

Sailors.  What  would  we  do? 

What  would  we  do? 

BAB.        I'll  just  tell  you  what  we  would  do, 

And  save  a  deal  of  bother : 
We  either  punch  that  other's  head, 
Or  fix  him  with  an  ounce  of  lead, 
And  shoot  the  rascal  dead,  dead,  dead. 
That's  what  we'd  do, 

Sailors.          That's  what  we'd  do. 

PIICEBE.  I  almost  dare  —  I  will  prepare ! 

So  quickly  bring  me  sword  and  pistol, 

Forth  to  ccme  at  my  command ! 
And  I'll  shoot  the  treacherous  villan! 

Shoot  him  with  my  own  right  hand ! 

Sailors.  Bravo!  bravo!  here's  sword  and  pistol  ready! 
And  rnind,  lad,  you  are  steady. 

PHCEBE.  My  mind's  made  up.    I'm  ready  J 
Sailors.          Bravo!  bravo!  bravo! 


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On  the  track  of  the  deceiver  I 

WILLIAM  and  ARABELLA  name  the  happy  day  —  CKAB  tho  Spy  I 
CRAB'S  look-out  —  Ho,  ho !  delectable  villany ! 

The  lovers !  the  start !   the  catastrophe  —  Arrest  of  RICHARD  CARR. 

No.  9.  —  CONCERTED  PIECE  —  « I  AM  No  MAN." 
PIICEBE,  ARABELLA,  WILLIAM,  FLAPPER,  AND  CHORUS. 

PHCEBE.  Stay,  stay,  for  I  am  no  man, 

Stay,  stay,  I  am  a  woman  ! 
CHORUS.  A  woman  1 

PHGEBE.  Yes,  yes,  I  am  a  woman  ! 
FLAP.      Explain  this  marvellous  assertion. 
CHORDS.  Explain!  explain  I 

PHOEBE.  'Tis  not  because  of  your  coercion, 

But  I'll  explain. 
Not  very  long  ago  I  loved 
So  truly  that  I  thought 
My  heart  could  never  be  unmoved, 

And  his  could  ne'er  be  bought. 
Our  wedding-day  had  dawned  so  gay, 

The  bells  rang  out  for  me, 
When  four  and  twenty  seamen  came 

And  pressed  him  for  the  sea. 
(to  WIL.)  For  I'm  Phoebe,  for  I'm  Phoebe. 

Yes  I  am,  you  sneak. 
I  am  Phoebe,  I  am  Phoebe. 

Whom  you  thought  very  «?eak. 
I  am  Phoebe,  I  am  Phoebe. 

Dare  you  look  or  speak. 
If  so,  then  you'll  not  find  your  Phoebe 

Weak !  weak !  weak  1 

Wiu        By  such  remarks  I'm  merely  bored 
Since  Virtue  is  its  own  reward. 

Its  own  reward. 

For  here  is  she  who  loves  me  true, 
A  cut  above  she  is  to  you. 

She  is  to  you. 
ARAB.      Not  very  long  ago  I  loved 

My  heart  was  not  my  own 
And  still  to-day  it  is  unmoved 

And  he  has  kinder  grown. 
Of  village  maid  I'm  not  afraid, 
Though  dressed  in  travestie ; 


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For  Billy  Taylor  is  my  own, 

And  thinks  alone  of  me. 
For  I'm  Ara  —  Ara  —  bella. 

Not  abashed  you  see ! 
For  I'm  Ara  —  Ara  —  bella 

Who'll  be  wedded  to  Billee. 
I  am  Ara  —  Ara  —  bella 

Who  sent  him  offto  sea. 
And  I  mean  to  keep  him  —  all  of  him  — 

For  me  !  me  !  me ! 


The  rescue  of  CRAB  !     The  witness  from  the  sea  —  The  French  Com- 
mander's letter  !     CAN  BILLEE  TAYLOR  be  a  coward? 

No.  10.— GRAND  FINALE. 

FLAP.       This  is  a  statement  most  untoward, 

Can  Billee  Taylor  be  a  coward. 
CHORUS.  A  coward  !  a  coward! 

WIL.        Oh,  moral  pluck's  enough  for  me, 

A  virtuous  coward  let  me  be. 
CHORUS.  Let  him  be, 

A  virtuous  coward  let  him  be.  » 
FLAP.       Sure  such  remarks  should  strike  me  dumb, 

No  lorger  of  the  Thunderbomb 

Shall  you  Lieutenant  be. 

You  are  disrated, 
CHORUS.  He  is  disrated. 
PIKEBE.  And  pray,  sir,  what  becomes  of  me? 
FLAP.       To  me  be  mated. 
FHCEBE  (bashfully).  I  will  be  mated. 
FLAP.      And  further  let  courageous  grace 

Fill  Billee  Taylor's  vacant  place, 

For  I  make  you  full  Lieutenant 

Of  the  Thunderbomb. 

CHORUS.  He  makes  her  First  Lieutenant 

Of  the  Thunderbomb. 
Perhaps  this  elevation  may  of  comfort 

Bring  a  crumb. 
For  now  you  are  Lieutenant  of  the  Thunderbomb. 

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